飞天魔椅历险记 · 2 Off On A Holiday Adventure

Chapter 1

OFF ON A HOLIDAY ADVENTURE Guid Blyton A WISHING-CHAIR ADVENTURE

吉德·布莱顿开始了他的假日冒险之旅

CHAPTER ONE OFF ON A HOLIDAY ADVENTURE For a whole week the children watched and waited for the wishing-chair to grow its wings again. It didn't sprout them at all! The wings had vanished as soon as it had arrived safely back in the playroom. 'I hope its magic isn't getting less,' said Mollie, one day, as they sat in the playroom, playing ludo together. It was their very favourite game, and they always laughed at Binky because he made such a fuss when he didn't get 'home' before they did.

整整一个星期,孩子们都在等待许愿椅重新长出翅膀。 它根本没有发芽!它刚安全回到游戏室,翅膀就不见了。 “我希望它的魔力不会减弱,”一天,他们坐在游戏室里一起玩卢多时,莫丽说。 这是他们最喜欢的游戏,他们总是嘲笑Binky,因为当他没有在他们之前“回家”时,他总是大惊小怪。

As they sat playing together they felt a welcome draught. 'Oh, lovely. A breeze at last!' said Mollie thankfully. 'I do really think this is just about the hottest day we've had these holidays!' 'The wind must have got up a bit at last,' said Peter. 'Blow, wind, blow- you are making us lovely and cool.' 'Funny that the leaves on the trees aren't moving, isn't it?' said Binky.

当他们坐在一起玩耍时,他们感到一阵可喜的气流。 “哦,可爱。终于有微风了!莫丽感激地说。 “我真的认为这是这些假期里最热的一天!”“一定是风大了一点。”彼得说。 “吹吧,风,吹吧——你让我们变得又可爱又凉爽。“树上的叶子不动真有趣,是不是?”宾基说。

Mollie looked out of the open door at the trees in the garden. They were perfectly still! 'But there isn't a breeze,' she said, and then a sudden thought struck her. She looked round at the wishing-chair, which was standing just behind them. Look!' she cried. 'How silly we are! It isn't the wind- it's the wishing-chair that has grown its wings again. They are flapping like anything!'

莫丽从敞开的门向花园里的树望去。 他们一动也不动!“可是一点风也没有啊,”她说,然后她突然有了一个念头。 她回头看了看就在他们身后的许愿椅。 看!她叫道。“我们真傻!”这不是风,这是许愿椅又长出了翅膀。 它们像什么东西一样拍打着翅膀!”

So they were. The children and Binky sprang up in delight. 'Good! We could just do with a lovely cool ride up in the air today,' said Peter. 'Wishing-chair, we are very pleased with you!'

确实如此。孩子们和宾基高兴得跳了起来。 “好!“我们今天真想在空中爽一爽,”彼得说。 “许愿椅,我们对你非常满意!”

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